I crept slowly down the winding carpeted stairs
My  hands gripped the finished wooden railings
Lightning flashed and illuminated the tall ceilings
The dangling chandelier calmly- casted an eerie shadow
As  lights flickered, my heartbeat quickened
                                        I couldn’t shake the feeling of terror
                                          As I waited for the lights to go out.

Another fulmination happened
A newfound panic rushed through me
I could feel hands shaking
I counted
1,2,3
The house shook as thunder roared through it
3 miles away
I stumbled down two more of the stairs
                                       Running my hands against the newly painted walls
                                                                     
                                                                        Suddenly
Another strike of lightning lit up the entire first floor
I counted
1
The thunder that soon followed
Sounded like china crashing to the floor
It rattled the windows
And pounded on the doors
1 mile away
I stood on the stairs
                                                               And took a deep breath
                                                 As the lights  flickered for the last time
They  ceased to irradiate the house
The only thing separating me from the pitch-black house was gone
The darkness engulfed me
It was a blackened-wasteland